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Now from my fond embrace, by tempest torn, Down to the strand he speeds with haughty strides, Our other column of the state is borne :
Where anchor'd in the bay the vessel rides,
In all her tackle trim to quit the shore.
(The sea-ward prow invites the tardy gales); Though at the solemn midnight hour he rose, Then take repast, till Hesperus display'd Why did you fear to trouble my repose ?
His golden circlet in the western shade." He either had obey'd my fond desire,
Meantiine the queen, without reflection dué, Or seen his mother, pierc'd with grief, expire. Heart-wounded, to the bed of state withdrew: Bid Dolius quick attend, the faithful slave In her sad breast the prince's fortunes roll, Whom to my nuptial trair Icarius gave,
And hope and doubt alternate scize her soul. To tend the fruit-groves: with incessant speed So when the woodman's toil her cave surrounds, He shall this violence of death decreed
And with the hunter's cry the grove resounds; To good Laertes tell. Experiene'd age
With grief and rage the mother lion stung, May timely intercept the ruffian rage.
Fearless herself, yet trembles for her young. Convene the tribes, the murderous plot reveal, While pensive in the silent sluinberous shade, And to their power to save his race appeal.” Slecp's gentle powers her drooping eyes invade;
Then Baryclea thus: “ My dearest dread ! Minerva, life-like, on imbodied air Though to the sword I bow this hoary head, Impress'd the form of Iphthima the fair Or if a dungeon be the pain decreed,
(Icarius' daughter she, whose blooming charms I own me conscious of th' unpleasing deed. Allur'd Eumelus to her virgin-arms; Auxiliar to his fight, my aid implord,
A scepter'd lord, who o'er the fruitful plain With wine and viands I the vessel stord: Of Thessaly, wide stretch'd his ample reigo)s A solemn oath, impos'd, the secret seal’d, As Pallas will'd, along the sable skies, Till the twelfth dawn the light of Heaven reveal'd, To calı the queen, the phantom-sister dies. Dreading th effect of a fond mother's fear, Swift on the regal dome descending right, He dar'd not violate your royal ear.
The bolted valves are pervious to her flight. But bathre, and, in imperial robes array'd, Close to her head the pleasing vision stands, Pay due devotions to the martial maid,
And thus performs Minerva's high commands: And rest afiane'd in her guardian aid.
“ (why, Penelope, this causeless fear, Send not to good Laertes, nor engage
To render sleep's soft blessing unsincere? In toils of state the miseries of age :
Alike devote to sorrow's dire extreme Tis impious to surmise, the powers divine The day reflection, and the midnight dream! To ruin doon the Jove-descended line :
Thy son the gods propitious will restore, Long shall the race of just Arcesius reign,
And bid thee cease his absence to deplore." And isles remote enlarge his old domain.”
To whom the queen (whilst yet her pensive mind The queen her speech with calm attention hears, Was in the silent gates of sleep contin'd) Her eyes restrain the silver-streaming tears : “ O sister, to my soul for ever dear, She bathes, and, rob'd, the sacred doom ascends: Who this first visit to reprove my fear? Her pious speed a female train attends:
How in a realm so distant should you know The salted cakes in canisters are laid,
From what deep source my deathless sorrows flow? And thus the queen invokes Minerva's aid: To all my hope my royal lord is lost,
" Daughter divine of Jove, whose arm can wield His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast : Th' avenging bolt, and shake the dreaded shield! And, with consummate woe to weigh me down, Fe'er Ulysses to thy fane preferr'd
The heir of all his honours and his crown, The best and choicest of his foek and herd; My darling son is fled! an easy prey Hear, goddess, hear, by those oblations won ; To the fierce storms, or men more fierce than they : And for the pious sire preserve the son:
Who, in a league of blood associates sworn, His wish'd return with happy power befriend, Will intercept th' unwary youth's return." And on the suitors let thy wrath descend."
“ Courage resunie,” the shadowy form reply'd, She ceas'd; shrill ecstasies of joy duclare “ In the protecting care of Heaven confide : The favouring goddess present to the prayer: On him attends the bluc-ey'd martial maid ; The suitors heard, and deem'd the mirthful voice What earthly can implore a surer aid? A signal of her hymneneal choice :
Me now the guardian goddess deigns to send, Whilst one most jovial thus accosts the board; To bid thee patient his return attend.” Too late the queen selects a second lord :
The queen replies: “ If in the blest abodes In evil hour the nuptial rite intends,
A goddess, thou hast commerce with the gods; When o'er her son disastrous death impends." Say, breathes my lord the blissful rcalm of light, Thus he, unskill'& of what the Pates provide ! Or lics he wrapt in ever-during night?” But with severe rebuke Antinous cry'd:
" Inquire not of his dvom," the phantom cries, “ These empty vaunts will make the voyage “ I speak not all the counsel of the skies: vain;
Nor must indulge with vain discourse, or long, Alarm not with discourse the menial train; The windy satisfaction of the tongue." The great event with silent hope attend;
Swift through the valves the visionary fair
The vision, manifest of future fate,
Makes her with hope her son's arrivat wait
Meantime the suitors plough the watery plain, “ Is not already in thy soul decreed, Telemachus in thought already slain!
The chief's return shall make the guilty bleed? When sight of lessening Ithaca was lost,
What cannot wisdom do? Thou may'st restore Their sail directed for the Samian coast,
The son in safety to his native shore; A small but verdant isle appeard in view,
While the fell foes, who late in ambush lay, And Asteris th' advancing pilot knew :
With fraud defeated, measure back their way." An ample port the rocks projected form,
Then thus to Hermes the command was given :
The patient man shall view bis old abodes,
Alone, and floating to the wave and wind.
The bold Phæacians there, whose baughty line
Recciv'd him charg'd with Ilion's noble spoil).
His friends, his country, he shall see, though late; THE DEPARTURE OF ULYSSES FROM CALYPSO. Such is our sovereign will, and such is fate.”
He spoke. The god, who mounts the winged Pallas, in a council of the gods, complains of the Past to his feet the golden pinions binds, (winds, detention of Ulysses in the island of Calypso; | That high through fields of air his flight sustain whereupon Mercury is sent to command his re
O'er the wide earth, and o'er the boundless main. moval." The seat of Calypso described. She He grasps the wand that causes sleep to fly, consents with much difficulty; and Ulysses Or in soft slumber seals the wakeful eye: builds a vessel with his own hands, on which he Then shoots from Heaven to high Pieria's steep, embarks. Neptune orertakes him with a terrible And stoops incumbent on the rolling deep. tempest, in which he is shipwrecked, and in the
So watery fowl, that seek their fishy food, last danger of death : till Leucothea, a sea With wings expanded o'er the foaming flood, goddess, assists him, and, after innumerable Now sailing smooth the level surface sweep, perils, he gets ashore on Phracia.
Now dip their pinions in the briny deep.
Till now the distant island rose in view :
He took the path that winded to the cave. With new-born day to gladden mortal sight, Large was the grot, in which the nymph he found And gild the courts of Heaven with sacred light. (The fair-baird nymph with every beauty crown'd); Then met th’ eternal synod of the sky,
She sate, and sung: the rocks resound her lays; Before the god wbo thunders from on high, The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze : Supreme in might, sublime in majesty.
Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile, Pallas, to these, deplores th' unequal fates Flam'd on the hearth, and wide perfum'd the isle ; Of wise Ulysses, and bis toils relates :
While she with work and song the time divides, Her hero's danger touch'd the pitying power, And through the loom the golden shuttle guides. The nymph's seducements, and the magic bower. Without the grot a various sylvan scene
Thus she began her plaint: “ Immortal Jove ! Appear'd around, and groves of living green; And you who fill the blissful seats above!
Poplars and alders ever quivering play'd, Let kings no more with gentle mercy sway, And nodding cypress form'd a fragrant shade; Or bless a people willing to obey,
On whose high branches, waving with the storm, But crush the nations with an iron rod,
The birds of broadest wing their mansion form, And every monarch be the scourge of God: The chough, the sea-iew, the loquacious crow, If from your thoughts Ulysses you remove, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below. Who ruld his subjects with a father's love.
Depending vines the shelving cavern screen, Sole in an isle, encircled by the main,
With purple clusters blushing through the green. Abandon'd, banish'd from his native reign, Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil ; Unblest he sighs, detain’d by lawless charms, And every fountain pours a several rill, And press'd unwilling in Calypso's arms.
In mazy windings wandering down the hill: Nor friends are there, nor vessels to convey, Where bloomy meads with vivid greens were Nor oars to cut th' immeasurable way.
crown'd, And now fierce traitors, studious to destroy And glowing violets threw odours round. His only son, their ainbush'd fraud employ; A scene, where if a god should cast his sight, Who, pious, following his great father's fame, A god might gaze, and wander with delight! To sacred Pylos and to Sparta came." (who forms Joy touch'd the messenger of Heaven : he stay'd
“ What words are these," (reply'd the power Entranc'd, and all the blissful haunt survey'd. The clouds of night, and darkens Heaven with Him, entering in the cave, Calypso knew; storms)
For powers celestial to each other's view
Stand still confest, though distant far they lie Alone, abandon'd, in inid ocean tost, 7b habitants of earth, or sea, or sky.
The sport of winds, and driven from every coast, But sad Ulysses, by himself apart,
Hither this man of miseries I led,
Nay promis'd (vainly promis'd) to bestow
Now graceful seated on her shining throne, Go then he may (he must, if he ordain, To Hermes thus the nymph divine begun:
Try all those dangers, all those deeps, again): “ God of the golden wand ! on what behest But never, never shall Calypso send Arriv'st thou here, an unexpected guest?
To toils like these, her husband and her friend. Lov'd as thou art, thy free injunctions lay; What ships have I, what sailors to convey, 'Tis mine, with joy and duty to obey.
What oars to cut the long laborious way: Till now a stranger, in a happy hour
Yet, I'll direct the safest means to go : Approach, and taste the dainties of my bower.” That last advice is all I can bestow.”
Thus having spoke, the nymph the table spread To her, the power who bears the charming rod : (Ambrosial cates, with nectar rosy-red);
“ Dismiss the man, nor irritate the god : Hermes the hospitable rite partook,
Prevent the rage of him who reigns above, Divine refection! then, recruited, spoke :
For what so dreadful as the wrath of Jove ?" “ What mov'd this journey from my native sky, | Thus having said, he cut the cleaving sky, A goddess asks, nor can a god deny:
And in a moment vanish'd from her eye. Hear then the truth. By mighty Jove's command, The nymph, obedient to divine command, Unwilling, have I trod this pleasing land; To seek Ulysses, pac'd along the sand. For who, self-mor’d, with weary wing would sweep Him pensive on the lonely beach she found, Such length of ocean and unmeasur'd deep: With streaming eyes in briny torrents drown'd, A world of waters ! far from all the ways; And inly pining for his native shore: Where men frequent, or sacred altars blaze? For now the soft enchantress pleas'd no more : But to Jore's will submission we must pay; For now, reluctant, and constrain'd by charms, What power so great, to dare to disobey?
Absent he lay in her desiring arms, A man, he says, a man resides with thee,
In slumber wore the heavy night away, Of all his kind most worn with misery :
On rocks and shores consum'd the tedious day; The Greeks (whose arms for nine long years em- There sate all desolate, and sigh'd alone, ploy'd
With echoing sorrows made the mountains groan, Their force in Ilion, in the tenth destroy'd) And rollid his eyes o'er all the restless main, At length embarking in a luckless hour,
Till, dimm'd with rising grief, they stream'd again.
No more in sorrows languish life away :
To store the vessel, let the care be mine,
And life-sustaining bread, and fair array, And calls him to his country and his friends.” And prosperous gales to waft thee on the way.
Ev'n to her innost soul the goddess shook ; These, if the gods with my desires comply, Then thus her anguish and her passion broke: (The gods, alas! more mighty far than 1,
L'ngracious gods! with spite and envy curst ! And better skill'd in dark events to come) Sil to your own ethereal race the worst !
In peace shall land thee at thy native home.” Ye envy mortal and inmortal joy,
With sighs, Ulysses heard the words she spoke, And love, the only sweet of life, destroy.
Then thus his melancholy silence broke: Did ever goddess by her charms engage
“Some other motive, goddess ! sways thy mind, A favour'd mortal, and not feel your rage ? (Some close design, or turn of womankind) So when Aurora sought Orion's love,
Nor my return the end, nor this the way, Her joys disturb'd your blissful hours above, On a slight raft to pass the swelling sea, Till. in Ortygia, Dian's winged dart
Huge, horrid, vast! where scarce in safety sails Had pierc'd the hapless hunter to the heart. The best-built ship, though Jove inspire the gales. So when the covert of the thrice-ear'd field The bold proposal how shall I fulfil; 1¥ stately Ceres to her passion yield,
Dark as I am, unconscious of thy will? Searce could läsion taste her heavenly charms, Swear then thou mean'st not what my soul forebodes; But Jove's swift lightning scorch'd bin in her arips. Swcar by the solemn oath that binds the gods." And is it now my turn, ye mighty powers !
Him, while he spoke, with smiles Calypso ey'd, Am I the envy of your blissful bowers?
And gently grasp'd his hand, and thus reply'd : A man, an outcast to the storm and wave,
“This shows thee, friend, by old experience taught, It was my crime to pity, and to save;
And learu'd in all the wiles of human thought, When he who thunders rent his bark in twain, How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise? Aud suak his brave companions in the main. But hear, O Earth! and hear ye sacred Skies !
And thou, o Styx! whose formidable floods (Already dry'd). These pointing out to view, Glide through ihe shades, aod bind th’attesting The nymphjusi show'd bim, and with tears withdrew. No form’d design, no meditated end,
Now toils the hero; trees on trees o'erthrown Lurks in the counsel of thy faithful friend ; Fall crackling round him, and the forest groan : kind the persuasion, and sincere iny aim; Sudden, full twenty on the plain are strow'd, The same my practice, were my fate the same. And lopp'd, and lighteu'd of their branchy load. Heaven has not curst me with a heart of steel, At equal angles these dispos’d to join, But given the sense, to pity, and to feel."
He simooth'd and squar'd them, by the rule and line. Thus having said, the goddess march'd before : (The wimbles for the work Calypso found) He trod her footsteps, in the sandy shore.
With those he pierc'd them, and with clinchers At the cool cave arriv'd, they took their state ; Long and capacious as a sliipwright forins (bound. He fild the throne where Mercury had sate. Some bark's broad bottom to out-ride the storms, For him, the nymph a rich repast ordains, So large he built the raft : then ribb'd it strong Snch as the mortal life of man sustains ;
From space to space, and nail'd the planks along ; Before herself were plac'd the cates divine, These formd the sides: the deck he fashion'd last; Ambrosial banqnet, and celestial wine.
Then o'er the vessel rais'd the taper mast, Their hunger satiate, and their thirst represt, With crossing sail-yards dan ing in the wind; Thus spoke Calypso to ber godlike guest :
And to the helun the guiding rudder join'd “ Ulysses !” (with a sigh she thus began) (With yielding osiers fenc'd, to break the force “O sprung from gods! in wisdom more than man; Of surging waves, and steer the steady course) Is then thy home the passion of thy heart? Thy loum, Calypso ! for the future sails Thus wilt thou leave me, are we thus to part? Supply'd the cloth, capacious of the gales. Farewell! and ever joyful may'st thou be, With stays and cordage last he rigg'd the ship, Nor break the transport with one thought of me. And, rullid on levers, lanch'd her in the deep. But ah, Ulysses! wert tbou given to know
Four days were past, and now the work complete, What fate yet dooms thee, yet, to undergo ; Shone the fifth morn: when from her sacred seat Thy heart might settle in this scene of case, The nymph dismiss'd him, (odorous garments given) And ev'n these stighted charms might learn to please. And bath'd in fragrant o'ls that breath'd of Heaven : A willing goddess and iinmortal life
Then tillid two gaat-skins with her hands divine,
Of every kind, provisions heav'd aboard ;
“Alas ! for this" (the prudent man replies) And now, rejoicing in the prosperous gales, Against Ulysses shall thy anger rise ?
With beating heart, Ulysses spreads his sails; Lovid and ador'd, oh goddess ! as thou art, Plac'd at the helm he sate, and mark'd the skies, Forgive the weakness of a human heart.
Nor clos'd in sleep his ever-watchful eyes. Though well I see thy graces far above
There view'd the Pleiads, and the Northern team,
To which, around the axle of the sky
Who shines exalted on th' etherial plain,
Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the maini Whate'er the gods shall destine me to bear
Far on the left those radiant fires to keep In the black ocean, or the watery war,
The nymph directed, as he sail'd the deep. "Tis mine to master with a constant inind; Full seventeen nights he cut the foamy way : Inur'd to perils, to the worst resigu’d.
The distant land appear'd the following day : By scas, by wars, so many dangers run;
Then swellid to sight Phæacia's dusky coast, Still I can suffer: their high will be done!” And woody mountains, half in vapours lost :
Thus while he spoke, the beamy Sun descends, That lay before him, indistinct and vast, And rising night her friendly shade extends. Like a broad shield amid the watery waste. To the close grot the lonely pair remove,
But him, thus voyaging the deeps below,
Froin far, on Solyme's aërial brow,
(From Athiopia's happy climes return'd);
I shar'd secure the Æthiopian feast? And double edg'd; the handle smooth and plain, Behold how near Phæacia's land he draws ! Wrought of the clouded olive's easy grain ; The land, affix'd by fate's eternal laws And next, a wedge to drive with sweepy sway: To end his toils. is then our anger vain ? Then to the neighbouring forest led the way. No; if this sceptre yet commands the main." On the lone island's utmost verge they stood He spoke, and, high the forky trident hurl'd, Of poplars, pines, und firs, a lofty wood,
Rolls clouds on clouds, and stirs the watery world, Whose leafless sumpits to the skies aspire, At once the face of earth and sea deforms, Scorch?d by the Sun, of sear’d. by heavenly fire Swells all the winds, and rouses all the storms.
Down rush'd the Night: East, West, together roar; A moment snatch'd the shining form away,
Struck with ainaze, yet still to doubt inclin'd, And question'd thus his yet unconquer'd mind : He stands suspended, and explores his mind.
“ Wretch that I am ! what farther fates attend “ What shall I do? Unhappy me! who knows This life of tuils, and what my destin'd end? But other gods intend me other woes? Too well, alas! the island goddess knew,
Whoe'er thou art, I shall not blindly join On the black sea what perils should ensue. Thy pleaded reason, but consult with mine: New horrours now this destin'd bead enclose ; For scarce in ken appears that distant isle. Untill'd is yet the measure of my woes;
Thy voice foretels me shall conclude my toil. With wbat a cloud the brows of Heaven are crown'd! Thus then I judge; while yet the planks sustain What raging winds! what roaring waters round! The wild waves fury, here I fix'd remain : 'Tis Jove himself the swelling tempests rears ;
But when their texture to the tempests yields, Death, present death, on every side appears.
I lanch adventurous on the liquid fields, Happy ! thrice happy! who, in battle slain, Join to the help of gods the strength of man, Prest, in Atrides' cause, the Trojan plain : And take this method, since the best I can." Oh! had I dy'd before that well-fought wall; While thus his thoughts an anxious council Had some distinguish'd day renown'd my fall
hold (such as was that, when showers of javelins fed The raging god a watery mountain rolld ; From conquering Troy around Achilles dead): Like a black sheet the whelming billow spread All Greece had paid me solemn funerals then, Bursts o'er the fioat, and thunder'd on his head. And spread iny glory with the sons of men. Planks, beams, disparted fly : the scatter'd wood A shameful fate now hides my hapless head, Rolls diverse, and in fragments strows the flood. Unsept, unnoted, and for ever dead !"
So the rude Boreas, o'er the fields new-shorn, A mighty ware rush'd o'er him as he spoke, Tosses and drives the scatter'd heaps of corn. The raft it cover'd, and the mast it broke ; And now a single beam the chief bestrides ; Swept from the deck, and from the rudder torn, There pois'd a while above the bounding tides, Far on the swelling surge the chief was borne : His limbs discumbers of the clinging rest, While by the howling tempest rent in twain And binds the sacred cincture round his breast : Flew sail and sail-yards rattling o'er the inain, Then prone on ocean in a ponent flung, Long press’d, he heav'd beneath the weighty wave, Stretch'd wide his eager arins, and shot the scas Clogg'd by the cumbrous vest Calypso gave : All naked now, on heaving billows laid, (along. At length, emerging from his nostrils wide Stern Neptune ey'd hiin, and contemptuous said: And gushing mouth, effus’d the briny tide,
· Go, learn'd in woes, and other woes essay! Er'n then not mindless of his last retreat,
Go, wander helpless on the watery way: He seiz'd the raft, and leapt into his seat,
Thus, thus find out the destin'd shore, and then Strong with the fear of death. The rolling flood (If Jove ordains it) mix with happier men. Now here, now there, impell’d the Boating wood. Whate'er thy fate, the ills our wrath could raise As wben a heap of gather'd thorns is cast
Shall last remember'd in thy best of days." Now to, now fro, before th' autumnal blast;
This said, his sea-green steeds divide the foam, Together clung, it rolls around the field;
And reach bigh Ægæ and the towery dome. So rulld the float, and so its texture held :
Now, scarce withdrawn the fierce earth-shaking And now the South, and now the North, bear sway,
power, And now the East the foamy floods obey,
Jove's daughter, Pallas, watch'd the farouring hour, And now the West wind whirls it o'er the sea. Back to their caves she bade the winds to fiy, The wandering chief, with toils on toils opprest, And bush'd the blustering brethren of the sky, Leucothea saw, and pity touch'd her breast The drier blasts alove of Boreas sway, (Herself a mortal once, of Cadmus' strain, And bear him soft on broken waves away ; But now an azure sister of the main).
Witlı gentle force impelling to that shore, Svift as a sea-mew springing from the food :
Where fate has destin'd he shall toil no more. All radiant on the raft the goddess stood :
And now two nights, and now two days were past, Then thus address'd bin : “ Thou whom Heaven Since wide he wander'd on the watery waste : decrees
Heav'd on the surge with intermitting breath, To Neptune's wrath, stern tyrant of the seas, And hourly panting in the arms of death. (l'nequal contest !) not his rage and power,
The third fair morn now blaz'd upon the main; Great as he is, such virtue shall devour.
Then glassy smooth lay all the liquid plain; What I suggest, thy wisdom will perform ; The winds were hush'd, the billows scarcely curl'd, Forsake thy foat, and leave it to the storm; And a dead silence still'd the watery world ; Strip off thy garments ; Neptune's fury brave When lifted on a ridgy wave he 'spies With naked strength, and plunge into the wave. The laud at distance, and with sharpen's eyes. To reach Phæacia all thy nerves extend,
As pious children joy with vast delight There fate decrees thy miseries shall end.
When a lov'd sire revives before their sight, This heavenly scarf beneath thy bosom bind, (Who, lingering long has call’d on death in vain, And live; give all thy terrours to the wind. Fix'd by some demon to his bed of pain, Soon as thy arms the happy shore shall gain, Till Heaven by miracle his life restore); Return the gift, and cast it in the main ;
So joys Ulysses at th' appearing shore, Observe my orders, and with heed obey,
And sees (and labours onward as he sees) Cast it far off, and turn thy eyes away.”.
The rising forests and the tufted trees. With that, her hand the sacred veil bestows, And now, as near approaching as the sound Then down the deeps she dir'd from whence she rose; l of human voice the listening ear may wound,